I spoke to divinity, but they couldn’t get a word in edgewise.
I have a bear of a time talking to any figures that I see in trance states. Thus far the bird hasn’t had much “Help”(heavy innuendo) when in this area, but plenty of people haven’t really needed it.
As it stands, I was feelin’ kind of lonely one night, so I lit a candle (apple) and some wild rose incense, and konked out, just letting my senses do what they wanted in the semi-dark. I hadn’t been sleeping well, and the week had been taxing, so I had no problem getting into the twilight state. Almost right when that starts, after the muscles started releasing (Yeah, it’s okay to get up and pee when doing these. I had to come to terms with this when I was beginning) I went into the trance.
It’s different with everyone, and with the stimuli involved with it. I had the vision of being on a dirt plane at night, with a distinctly female figure. Her face was an iron mask, sealed off with a Jack Kirby-like design on it. She had long, straw-like hair and a burlap cloak. She was hunched over, and everything about her seemed old, yet not feeble. I kept trying to ask her questions, but any time I would find something like an answer, it never would pan out. Something wouldn’t feel authentic. I’m guessing the lesson is to shut up and wait, which is damned hard for a lad of the ’80s.
